*Pranay Roy's name is changed to Ryan D'Souza because his father's name had to be Patrick due to a reason you'll find out in this chapter.

Anaika was returning from the office in her car but the car was stuck in the traffic jam. Anaika made some important calls so as not to waste her time. Suddenly her eyes rested on a group of five college students, who are fooling around in their open roof car. Three of them were girls and two are boys. On seeing them, Anaika huddled into herself, rubbing both her arms. Anaika started shifting away from the car window and her whole body was drenched with sweat. Her breath became shorter and shorter so much she started gasping from air. She opened the car door and ran away. She collided with a hawker who was preparing Street food. He poured oil into the pan and the sizzle and smoke rose from the pan. Anaika screamed, "D... Don't burn me! Please!"

Everyone was staring at Anaika. Scared, Anaika ran back to her car. She shoved a handkerchief into her mouth and screamed to her fullest but the ball of handkerchief inside her mouth prevented any voice to come outside.

Flashback:

Nitya was sitting inside the police station when an imposing, important-looking man entered. He came and slapped Ryan, "How dare you Ryan? You've raped your classmate?"

Nitya got up. She was relieved at least the moral compass of Patrick D'Souza, Ryan's father was not broken. No one at the police station was willing to write her complaint and it was only after the intervention of an old, frail reporter and his strong words the policemen had detained those five monsters.

Patrick came towards Nitya. Nitya stood up, her voice breaking, "Uncle!"

Patrick lifted Nitya's chin and spat on her, "Ryan, if you enjoyed this pathetic rat, how did you leave her in such a situation she was able to drag her sorry self into police station and lodge a complaint."

Patrick unbuckled his belt and started hitting Nitya on the floor. "You bitch! How dare you lodge a complaint against my son? Do you know what a dent you put on my reputation? My reputation is everything for me."

"What about my self-respect, my dignity, uncle which your son stripped me of?" Nitya was still calling Patrick 'Uncle' because even in that situation it was unimaginable for her to disrespect elders.

"Your respect?" Patrick scoffed, "You should be honoured my son did it with you. You are a poor, pathetic wretch. No one would even look at you. You should be proud that at least you came in use of satisfying my son," Patrick continued beating Nitya with his belt and spitting on her.

"Now, you pathetic worm," he sat down to look Nitya in the eyes, "You'll wear the bloody salwar every three days of this week or else I'll tell your aunt the whole matter and you know what'll happen then."

So it became a rule whenever Ryan would do it with Nitya, she had to wear the bloodied salwar three days a weak. It was beyond humiliating, yet Nitya hoped one day her Prince would come and take her away on a white horse.

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Anaika was standing in a dark room with pictures. But light was falling on only one picture- that of Patrick D'Souza.

"Sleep tight Patrick! This is your last peaceful sleep." Anaika smirked.

Next Day Inside Picosys' Office

Anaika was intently listening to the businessmen's proposals to persuade her to invest in their firms.

And then a tall man in his early 60s entered. His silver hair were enhancing the air of sophistication and everything on him, his imported suit, Swiss watch were expensive.

"Good morning, Anaika," He said, but after seeing Anaika's raised eyebrow, added, "ma'am."

"You're late, Mr.... what's your name?" Anaika said. Her voice was icy.

"Patrick," the man extended his right hand towards Anaika, "Name is Patrick D'Souza."

Anaika kept glaring at Patrick, without answering his handshake and  then starting to talk to other businessmen eager for her attention.

"Are you retarded, Mr. D'Souza," Anaika said, "You didn't wait for an year for my appointment simply to stand in front of me and display your fucking stupid face."

"But they's no chair for me to sit, Anaika," Patrick said wondering at the nerve of this woman. But he had no choice. His company was already in huge loss after Anaika's firm entered the market.

"Well that's the perk of being late in a meeting, Patrick," Anaika crossed her one leg over the another, "Sit on the floor."

"I'll keep standing," Patrick said.

"Listen you piece of shit," Anaika said, "When I say sit on the floor you sit on the floor. No questions or this will be your last moment in my office."

Patrick sat on the floor. Other businessmen were giggling.

Anaika continued humiliating Patrick for a week like this. One day Patrick couldn't take it any longer. To gain courage, he drank and drank in the bar and barged into Anaika's cabin, his hands on her neck, "What do you think of yourself, woman? You think just because you have money you can treat me like a slave?" Patrick slurred.

Anaika grasped his hand and twisted it and kicked him on his stomach causing him to fall on the chair. Then as Patrick tried to get up, Anaika stepped on his feet, digging her high heels into the skin of his feet.

Anaika tsk-tsked and said,"Oh poor Patrick! You were so upset that I made you sit on the floor. And now when I let you sit on the chair, you're still not happy."

Patrick whimpered. Anaika had ensured the barmaid made Patrick drink too much alcohol and now from all that alcohol, Patrick's bladder was bursting.

Anaika dug her heels a lot more harder on Patrick causing him to yelp in pain. Then she suddenly walked away from Patrick and said, "Honey, stand up now." With gratefulness in his eyes, Patrick stood up only to realise later the leak from his pants. He had wet himself.

"Oh! Poor Patrick. How will you handle your business if you can't even handle your bladder," With tears in his eyes Patrick ran away from the cabin throughout the office with the whole office in guffaws.

Anaika had ensured the video of Patrick pissing himself is made viral throughout the country.

In just an hour, Anaika turned that cabin into a toilet with board- Piss On Patriarchy!

Coincidentally, next day was Patrick's birthday and his whole house was full of diaper shaped cakes.

To salvage his reputation, Patrick begged Anaika to award his company a contract and to his surprise, Anaika agreed but only after he begged.

Then after some days, there was a joint press conference. Patrick hoping that shameful incident was forgotten gave a speech with full gusto. After the speech, Anaika patted Patrick on his cheek and said, "You did well today. I hope now your bladder is perfectly fine, my love 'Pissing Patrick'" The whole room gasped as Anaika's microphone was on and the voice was captured even in TV news cameras. Anaika made a mortified face and walked slowly to console Patrick but Patrick had already disappeared.

By next day, as Anaika was sipping orange juice, the news flashed that famous entrepreneur Patrick D'Souza was missing since night and the video of his pissing incident and Anaika calling him Pissing Patrick were being played in loop.

"I tried my best to save your impeccable reputation, Patrick uncle," Anaika chuckled, "But you pissed on it yourself."

She tore off Patrick's picture from her wall and whispered, "Now dear Ryan. What will you do without your rich Daddy? Of course, you have to come to me, begging to save your business which you don't even know how to run and like a good friend, I'll save it. After all, you are the first person I've lost my virginity to. Sweetheart, just wait and I'll make your life a beautiful nightmare."